Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-3135907-20190629042938

@Bluester: Disregarding old woodlander and vermin rivalries, Claran the hedgehog slouched next to his fellow doomed creature, Halftooth. He looked up, acceptance in his "Wagering odds say we're goin' to be seein' Dark Forest gates sooner rather 'n later, 'Alftooth. We aren't stout young oaks anymore, but I wouldn't mind givin' the scum a fair bit o' blood 'n' guts when we go out." Outside, the screeching of the horde grew louder and louder, a myriad of shrieking and howling and crude laughter. A grim cloud of coming battle settled over the odd company. The rats, in their simple minds, were just playing a game. A game they had never lost.